Morning journal and courier., 1887-08-08
On the Road At Newport. From the Boston Advertiser.

All the great cottagers are "out." Here is Cornelius Vanderbilt driving his four-in- hand. He is quite good looking, we'll built, of good height, neither too tall nor too short. His face is ruddy, features we'll cut, short, closely cropped side whiskers, which give the face decidedly English appearance. He is dressed in a Prince Albert coat, with
 light trousers, and on his head wears the
 traditional plug bound with weed, in memory
 of his father. The two footmen have on
 black mourning livery in honor of the
 father of the gems lately deceased. MT. Van-
 derbilt drives we'll and chats pleasantly with
 his friends.
 But now comes 8 striking turnout indeed. It is brougham. The livery of the ser
 wants is gray and buff, the arms of the fam
 fly are emblazoned on the panels. On the
 seat sits a military looking man with gray
 side whiskers. This is Col. Jerome Bona parte, the grandson of the man who came to America from Corsica, married Miss Pat tison of Baltimore, was recalled to France
 by his father Napoleon, forced to give up his
 American wife and marry, against his will, another. Here sits the grandson of the for
 mer king of Westphalia and great-grand-
 nephew of Napoleon I, emperor of the French, at one moment the ruler of the world and at
  the hands of his enemies"
 But who is this old gentleman with snow white beard mounted on a fine Kentucky thorough bred, whose sleek coat we'll matches the refined features of his aged ride19 Un- like the ordinary equestrian he is attended by groom at his side, and not way behind in the rear almost out of sight and hearing. This is George Bancroft, whose fame is known far and wide, not only as the greatest American historian, but also one of her most distinguished diplomats and states men. On the walls of the Senate chamber at Washington his name appears as the only man in private life who is allowed to put foot on it's floor, one of the greatest honors an American can receive.
 He sits finely on his horse, is of light but willowy and athletic build and but for his flowing white beard one would suppose him ! rather g man of 50 perhaps than 87. Even at his age he is still able to outride far younger men and every afternoon may be seen cantering over the country about Newport with his faithful groom always at 1 his side. The perfection of life he consid- CTS is to have plenty of good horses, plenty of roses and plenty of good society; all l these he finds in Newport. To a lady who l said, "Mr. Bancroft, are you not going to stop writing history sometime" he said: ''My dear madam, history makes itself fast CT than it can be written" To another l friend he said: "The literary men of Amer
 iea make great mistake in not taking sufficient exercise. I regard my present wig l orous condition to the three hours exercise
 have taken in the open air almost every day
 of my life."
 The Astors, the Lorillards, the Goelets
 and nearly all the other great families were represented "on the road" The | sight of it's kind is by all odds the finest | in the United States, and makes very good showing when compared with any in the world.